Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Procol Harum,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swell Maps,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Subhumans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
FM Einheit,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crash Course in Science,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Janne Schatter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Misunderstood,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.